SleepBy Harrison Pyros There is a boy. His face, illuminated by an artificial glow As he searches for valueless information.
His fingers ache As they slid over the dark square buttons That command the lighted box To do their bidding.
A finger taps "Enter" The screen changes Only to show him the words he does not yearn for.
Sighing, he makes a decision To fake it. And clicks on a useless link.
In bulky handwriting, Scrawls words in blue. And finally He is finished.
Mental stamina obliterated, Bags speedily forming under the eyes, Yawns coming as rapid as gunfire, The boy taps the all forgiving X And the blasted, cursed screen eventually goes dark.
Papers of all sizes Scattered over the counter. Robotically, He organizes them.
Stepping back, He oversees his work. What is worth it? Wasting all that precious time For a mere grade? For undesirable points?
He will know in the morning, Because right then The boy stumbles to bed And cocoons himself in a much anticipated sleep.
There is a boy.
His face, illuminated by an artificial glow
As he searches for valueless information.
His fingers ache
As they slid over the dark square buttons
That command the lighted box
To do their bidding.
A finger taps "Enter"
The screen changes
Only to show him the words he does not yearn for.
Sighing, he makes a decision
To fake it.
And clicks on a useless link.
In bulky handwriting,
Scrawls words in blue.
And finally
He is finished.
Mental stamina obliterated,
Bags speedily forming under the eyes,
Yawns coming as rapid as gunfire,
The boy taps the all forgiving X
And the blasted, cursed screen eventually goes dark.
Papers of all sizes
Scattered over the counter.
Robotically,
He organizes them.
Stepping back,
He oversees his work.
What is worth it?
Wasting all that precious time
For a mere grade?
For undesirable points?
He will know in the morning,
Because right then
The boy stumbles to bed
And cocoons himself in a much anticipated sleep.